Right as I was approaching the school gate, I saw a scene unfold: several luxury sedans were parked in a straight line, their doors opened, and there stood a group of middle-aged men, well-built and prosperous, waiting warmly at the entrance. The women walking over were mostly young, fresh-faced and lightly made up, being gently embraced and held by these men. Far from being shy, they were sweetly coquettish, playing with their hands and showing off their charm. To win over these future stars, the men were generous with their offers—so delighted were the women that they couldn’t stop smiling, and once they received the money, they happily got into the cars, while the men themselves smiled with a hint of playful, indulgent charm, then drove off. At that moment, a striking young woman stepped out from the school gate—her long hair flowing freely in the wind, her crystal heels tapping rhythmically against the floor, producing a crisp, clear sound. As I looked at her, wow! Isn’t this none other than Dong Jiao? She’s becoming more and more beautiful! Among the group of twenty or so young women, she stands out most vividly and impressively. As Liang Hao was about to approach, a middle-aged man smiled warmly, eager to make a move—but Dong Jiao paid him no attention, and when another man approached, she still didn’t look back, simply walking on her way. "Ice queen!" one of the boys behind her dropped the flowers to the ground in frustration. "I'm the wealthiest, most refined young man in Beijing—I don't believe I can't win her over!" A well-groomed man in an expensive suit, with a polished appearance, turned to his companions and gave them a decisive glance as Dong Jiao walked away. The two attendants immediately exchanged amused smiles. Dong Jiao had simply come to the post office to send a package. On her way, she passed through a grove of trees where the crowd was sparse and the weather overcast. She was so focused on getting to her destination that she hadn’t noticed the suitors waiting in ambush. "Ah!" Dong Jiao slipped on a patch of watermelon rind, landing hard on the cold, slick cement floor. Her legs bore slight bruises, and her long silk stockings were torn. She lifted her skirt and gently massaged it with her jade hands, her lips trembling. Yet, something felt off—when she looked up, wow! Her eyes seemed about to devour her, filled with all sorts of color. As the slim and plump men were engaged in clumsy advances and Dong Jiao was loudly protesting, a well-groomed, handsome young man in an expensive suit stepped forward. With three or four powerful moves, he sent the two men sprawling to the ground, and turned to the stunned Dong Jiao, saying, "Miss Dong, you must have been startled!" Dong Jiao was naturally deeply grateful, yet she had no idea that this very refined, well-bred young man from Beijing had actually composed and staged his entire performance as a mere supporting role. From that point on, the young man, Li Xiang, began to visit Dong Jiao regularly. One day, Li Xiang said to her, "Miss Dong, there's a live casting event for performers at Jingyi Garden outside the campus today!" He then handed her a poster. Upon seeing it, Dong Jiao gasped—what a splendid event! It was the city's highly publicized drama, *Dreams Broken in the Red Chamber*, actively recruiting performers! Jingyi Garden serves as the primary setting for this popular drama, with approximately 80% of the scenes filmed there. The casting of the female lead was particularly rigorous—supposedly, candidates were selected through a nationwide search. Nevertheless, Dong Jiao still decided to give it a try, hoping to learn and grow through the experience. That day, dressed in a stunning outfit, Dong Jiao attended the audition. Li Xiang was struck by Dong Jiao's ethereal beauty, and his heart immediately took a turn—he found himself smitten. "Ha! I'm the wealthiest and most indulgent young man in Kyotō. I've got the means to win you over!" The director quickly eliminated many of the applicants during the initial round, and Dong Jiao, showcasing her natural acting talent and professional knowledge, easily advanced to the second round. However, the second round was scheduled for three days later. In the meantime, Gao Liang had undergone intensive training, resulting in significant physical transformation. One morning, after completing 10,000 push-ups, he ran toward the cliff mountain behind the school. As he did so, Gao Liang noticed Ying'er fluttering her wings, following him. "Master!" "If you can run all the way to the summit in one breath, you'll automatically gain the right to access the Space of the Yue Guang Box!" Ying'er spoke softly and sweetly, like a gentle breeze drifting by, gently stirring high-light's heart. High-light instinctively turned to look at her, and there, Ying'er's rosy cheeks looked as charming as two fresh Fuji apples. Her sheer, translucent silk gown made her fair skin even more alluring—indeed, a true beauty, no doubt. High-light's restless gaze caught her attention, and he blushed immediately, turning to face him and saying, "Master! Please don't lose focus! I've recently checked on your tasks for you—there are quite a few! But right now, your primary focus should be on practicing and upgrading your skills to accelerate your journey toward becoming a god. If you even slightly lose concentration, your accumulated energy will significantly diminish!" "Ying'er, my parents have just called—insist that I marry Zhang Yупing! What should I do?" High-light asked. "Really?" "Ying'er listened, paused, then shook her head again, saying, 'This is entirely your own matter—I can't interfere. But I'll quietly tell you: a competitor stronger than you will soon emerge!' 'Is this a divine-level opponent?' Gao Liang asked. 'Almost! He possesses five unique abilities—combined into one! More powerful than Zhou Chao's water-based abilities or Chen Zixue's swamp-based abilities. You have three combined—so you'll need to work hard and practice diligently. Otherwise, the master will suffer a major setback!' Gao Liang only smiled gently at the reminder, saying, 'Whether he's one, two, or five combined—I don't care. If he truly intends to challenge me, I won't back down. Because I want to win!' 'Go on! Rush toward that mountain peak!' Ying'er took to the sky, and Gao Liang shouted after her. 'Ah! I wish to become a god!' With a sudden burst, like a gust of wind, he surged forward toward the summit. But near the summit, an unexpected event occurred—a stone slid down from the peak and struck Gao Liang squarely on the foot. Fortunately, Gao Liang had reacted in time, otherwise his foot would have been severely injured. However, this delay meant he failed to reach the summit within the designated time. Ying'er sighed, "Master! It seems this time you'll have to bear the consequences. The Yue Guang Treasure Box space has now been closed." As Gao Liang departed, a well-groomed man on the summit flashed a sly smile: "Gao Liang, Gao Liang! I know you're a capable energy-being, but all this stems from your excessive prominence. This time, I've made sure you lose decisively! Hah! You're truly finished!" Since he first failed to reach the summit, Highlight has noticed an unusual change in his body—specifically, during the absorption and transformation of energy, he finds that the natural elements no longer respond as easily to his control. Even when he gathers his three unique abilities—wind, electricity, and light—within his body and attempts to release them, they dissipate without effect. Why has this failed?